how many years does that equal to?

“I love you to the moon and back”. What a poop phrase. cliché? So over done. it’s more than extra. it’s ridiculous and burnt up. (grr…ridiculous. unless you say to your baby or , i’ll give you up to toddler years because they don’t really get time and space, yet!) I mean, that’s like saying you love them a certain amount of over 200,000 miles way … and how many years is that? it means nothing. stop saying it. keep it simple. and just enjoy the fucking moon. and enjoy saying…

oh, never mind

When we sit for a minute, or two And they’ll ask us about our past We’ll talk about persons we loved. I’ll say, “oh, well, I once knew a man…” and I’ll sigh, “Oh, never mind.” And when you’re asked about past loves You’ll say, “Oh, yes. Well, there was a girl named…” And you’ll sigh, “…Well, never mind.” (And, then we’ll think: i should write them a note.)

searching for “The mood-regulating neurotransmitter serotonin god”

Dear mood-regulating neurotransmitter serotonin god, hi, it’s me… um.. Autumn is here. that’s all. Hey, the short days are here… So, are you ready? get that good music out and pretend it’s summertime by the lake. get to the grocery store and grab your self some oranges. get out to the nursery and smell some lavender. and bring some home… get out some candles and light up the house. the kitchen , too. laugh at everything. anything. at me, even. smile. a lot. snuggle with a baby or kitty or dog.…

sometimes i get all quote-y and stuff

“How the hell could a person enjoy being awakened at 6:30AM, by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?” – Charles Bukowski but …i mean, really- how the hell can we do that all the time? i guess it’s dedication and responsibility and all that… :) i gots me them bills to pay and…

#whyImarch

  I marched because i can. i march for my girls. i marched for my mother, for my sisters, for my friends for the all the other women who i haven’t seen or met. i marched because some couldn’t march. i marched for the underprivileged woman and the privileged. it’s called solidarity. and no, i did not march to promote abortions. if you’re one of those people who believes this march was about that, then you’re not fully informed. (being pro-choice does not mean we promote abortions!) i marched for unity, gender…

a little light

first we were in shock…then sad, then pissed off… it makes me so upset to know that this man was elected to be our next president… then i read this… i’m just happy i live here and knowing that the majority of the people that are in my life are not blinded by bigotry and hate. Joint Statement from California Legislative Leaders on Result of Presidential Election edit Wednesday, November 09, 2016 SACRAMENTO – California Senate President pro Tempore Kevin de León (D-Los Angeles) and California Assembly Speaker Anthony Rendon (D-Paramount)…

My Sunday Best shelved and suspended

what are we missing… …and, why has it left? and what do you want? these are not words of love or hope. for clarity. it’s a question about the things that grow. and about the things that won’t grow. anymore. we forget the good things and focus on the tedious and monotonous things. we lean on doing the things that earn us money to go places… …and yet, we go nowhere because we’re too busy earning money to go places. :) we focus  on the things that end without an explanation. the things that…

an apology

an apology note from an old friend made me think… what does “sorry” mean, anyway? one single word against a load of pretty bad actions. it doesn’t seem fair, but a seemingly sincere “sorry” can overpower ‘bad’ things , i guess. maybe. right? and, i mean, ‘bad’ ? what is bad, really? so… i guess it’s better to read a short, informal apology note– a surprising “sorry” , than to be illiterate. /sober sarcasm :) so, apology accepted.   waitaminute…. hmmm… (not that i am searching for one!!) but, i imagine…

the grand state of being a perpetual beginner

I’m not fond of the words novice or newbie. (well, i don’t completely hate them but I just prefer other words!) i like the word beginner. I’m not sure that i’m a beginner at everything, but i like to look at things as if it’s the first time or as if it’s the last time i’ll see them. i like to think i do this, anyway. i like to start new things, ideas, projects…I like to be a beginner. this doesn’t mean I’m staying idle or abandoning and leaving things incomplete.…

life is a bowl of coffee…

          … well, something like that. it was for about an hour, anyway– life was a bowl of hot coffee.                   fresh, hot, milky coffee.                             this little bit of time made me happy. well, many moments do.                       impermanent moments. fleeting moments.                   but, in retrospect…

sometimes i doodle.

Sometimes i doodle on the “MEMO” app on my fone. i take notes, too. but i doodle a lot..with my finger… just for kicks and for …well, nothing. for nothing. Le Petit Prince. because,  well, rest in peace prince. and i like le petit prince… so this is what i had in mind when i heard  the news on the radio this morning that prince was dead. i pictured prince as let petit prince with the birds…hee. i like prince’s music. always have.   i like prince. and le petit prince.…

still life with pail and stick

Q: what did the stick say to the pail?     A: nothing. they are both incapable of communicating. they just sat there getting rusty and old. lifeless. unable to move on their own. simple, inanimate objects. ppppBUT …. if they had a voice, i imagine the stick would say to the pail, “hey, you look a little pale!” and, the pail would reply, “c’mere, stick, so i can hit you with yourself !” :) and the audience (the lifeless chairs and trash cans) would laugh and laugh. the end.  …